I am a Primitive Man

"Swipe~Swipe..."

Han Cheng and the other people who have been following him to serve these seedlings these days, took the water scoop to scoop up the water in the jar, and splashed it on the gratifying seedlings.

I don't know if it's because of the ethnic talent of farming in the blood that plays a role. Han Cheng, a person who didn't touch too much farming in the land in later life, now also likes to contact with the land.

Watching the sprinkled seeds slowly burst out of their shells under his own care and sprouts, watching these sprouts slowly grow up, and finally bear fruit, he couldn't help it. Is joy.

Of course, there is a prerequisite not to let him plant it on a large scale.

Once planted on a large scale, this kind of thing will not be enjoyable, but will become a torture.

It was already the time when the setting sun went west, and as the sun gradually moved away, the temperature was slowly decreasing.

After pouring the seedlings with water, Han Cheng and the others picked up the grass fence placed on one side and placed them on top of the seedlings.

Because of the existence of bows made of tree sticks, these covered grass thatch will not crush the seedlings.

This is a means to keep the seedlings warm.

It is best to cover with airtight plastic sheets, but there is no such high-tech thing in the tribe, so it can only be replaced by such a thing.

Although the effect is far inferior to the plastic sheet, it is somewhat useful, better than not covering it.

After completing these things, the sky was almost dark, and there was smoke rising from Jinguan City, as if it was about to merge with the dusk. This was some women who had returned from the ground in advance and were cooking there.

The people working in the fields far away, all carrying tools at this time, rushed from the fields to the tribe.

As everyone walked, they chatted with each other, enjoying this relaxing and peaceful time.

Han Cheng, who straightened up, looked around, and only felt that all of this can be drawn into the picture...

In the evening, a bonfire was lit in a room in Jinguan City, and children were sitting around the bonfire.

These children were holding textbooks in their hands, and with this fire, followed Han Cheng, who was also the principal of Qingque School, and read the text on the textbook seriously.

After teaching several times in a row, Han Chenggong lighted a fire in the middle of the room and asked the children to return to their seats to read the text. Those who could read the text aloud began to learn to write the text. You can also choose to recite the text.

As for the **** son Han Cheng, he got a moment of leisure.

Bring a broken crock from the side, put it on top of the brazier, then take out two handfuls of soybeans from the pocket and put them on it, and start to simmer the soybeans slowly with fire.

After a while, the aroma of fried soybeans filled the room.

The sound of reading in the room became quieter. Some children sniffed their noses vigorously, and their eyes secretly aimed at Han Cheng, who was simmering soybeans with his head down.

Some people couldn't help but swallowed saliva.

Han Cheng ignored this, as if he hadn't noticed, he just lowered his head and seriously simmered his soybeans.

The sound of reading in the room only fell for a moment, and soon became louder again, louder than before.

In the sound of reading, Han Cheng also simmered the soybeans.

He put two sticks on both sides of the broken jar and transferred it from the brazier to the ground to let it cool.

After waiting for a while, the soy bean became cold, touched one and put it in his mouth, chewed it with his big teeth, the squeaking sound filled the mouth with burnt fragrance.

It would be even more wonderful if you put a small bowl of wine next to it and put it in your mouth to take a couple of sips.

In the past, when Han Cheng was in school, the teacher always had to prevent students from eating snacks in class.

Now it's his turn to be a teacher himself. The students below will not eat snacks in class anymore. Instead, the teacher who is a teacher eats right here.

Seeing Han Cheng slowly throwing soybeans into his mouth, the children who were reading became more enthusiastic about reading. Two of them had already buckled their textbooks on the desk made of mud and tried. Recitation.

When Han Cheng casually ate the twenty-third stir-fried soybeans, a child from the tribe came to Han Cheng with a book in his hand, chanting words while walking.

Han Cheng took the textbook from his hand, and the child immediately began to recite it.

Han Cheng looked at the textbook in his hand, waited until the child had finished memorizing it, nodded in satisfaction, picked up the red pen, and wrote the word ‘back’ on it.

Then he took out twenty fried soybeans from the broken crock beside him.

The child took the book, tucked it under his arm, stretched out his hands to hold the soybeans Han Cheng gave him, trot back to his seat with excitement, and then, in the envy of everyone's eyes, pinched a little Soybeans were brought into the mouth, and they were eaten, just like eating elixir, without mentioning the satisfaction.

Many people who watched this scene couldn't help but swallow, and then the sound of reading in the room suddenly became louder again.

The other child who buckled the book on the table also picked up the book at this time and asked Han Cheng to endorse it.

After a while, he returned with his books and soybeans happily.

The fried soybeans in his hand are nineteen.

Such a scene stimulated the rest of the crowd.

Because in the past, they were told that the later they learned, the less fried soybeans they would get, and the last one would only get one fried soybean...

Because it was spring plowing now, the people in the tribe had to be busy for it. After some careful thinking, Han Chenggong adjusted the class to the evening.

This time, Han Chengcheng has made plans to let some people stay here first, so when choosing people to come to Jinguan City, he chooses his spouse as much as possible.

So when it comes to night, these guys who work all day basically don't have to worry about the long nights and unconscious sleep.

Han Cheng is not a **** son. He is not an old naughty boy. He can play with his left and right hands. He sleeps too early and really can't sleep at night.

All of these children in the tribe are still innocent, and there is no time to play that kind of game.

In order not to waste time, Han Jicheng arranged the course for this time period.

Not to mention, after such an arrangement, many problems were solved immediately.

And in the evening there is a bonfire for class, and there are some wonderful feelings that can't be said.

If you eat too much fried soybeans and don't fart, then everything becomes perfect...

"@#4￥4……"

The hunched primitive man yelled happily, and the people behind him, after hearing his scream, couldn't help but yelled one by one, just like the repeater in the group chat of later generations.

Of course they were happy, because after this walk, they once again came to the area where exquisite pottery and salt appeared.

Think about the beautiful scene that the old priest told them before leaving, and then think about the many things that they and others exchanged in the powerful and wealthy Red Tiger tribe with those two things. These people can't help but be filled with excitement. , I can’t wait to find the tribe that can make these two things immediately and exchange them for them.

Because of this, they rushed more actively along the way.

Compared with the past, this same distance, they just took two days less.

After standing here and shouting in excitement for a while, the excited people from the nest tribe, under the leadership of the humpback primitive people, started a journey of exchange and finding people...

The nectar-collecting bees hummed and the fragrance of flowers permeated.

The warmer and warmer daylight shone from the sky, passing through the branches and leaves above the head, leaving a mottled light and shadow on the ground.

The hunched primitive man stood here weakly, looking up at the sky.

The rest of the primitive people around him also looked a little depressed at this time, no longer the excitement they had just arrived.

During this period of time, more than half of the pottery and salt soil they carried had been replaced by them as food, fur and other things.

However, after such a long time, they still haven't met those who bring exquisite pottery and clean salt, doing the same thing as them.

"@#￥TY……"

Standing here and watching the sun in the sky for a while, letting the sun pass through the window of the soul, the humpbacked primitive man who warmed his tired heart, flattened his raised head, and said aloud.

Under his order, the people who had rested for a while set off again, and walked towards a closer tribe...

"@￥SDD……"

At the same time, at a place not too far away from them, the older primitive female shouted loudly, and shook his hand vigorously at the tribe leader behind him.

Different from the humpbacked primitives and their group, the people headed by the older female primitives are all in a great mood and are full of energy.

They turned their heads to look at the food and some fur on their shoulders and the others. They were immediately full of energy, and their round eyes were smiling.

These are all good things! But it was much more food than they had collected before.

They are full of enthusiasm, led by a few people holding rocks, sticks and other things, shuttled here, walking zigzags in one direction.

These people belonged to the tribe they had just left. The older primitive women used a fine pottery to lead them to another tribe they didn't know about according to the method taught by the son of God.

In the past, there was no hooked shoulder given by the mysterious Qingque tribe, and the things that they and others could carry in one trip were limited. Now with the help of hooked shoulders, they can carry much more things at once than before. , So when I came out last time, I can also go to two more tribes...

On the afternoon of the second day after the older female primitives left, the nest tribe, led by the humpback primitives, came to this tribe.

The leader of this tribe who had just returned from hunting, looked at the humpbacked primitive people and the pottery they carried, and he couldn't help but feel fortunate.

Fortunately, my tribe not long ago encountered another tribe with better pottery and salt. Otherwise, if this tribe came first, my tribe would not have food to exchange for better ones...

"@#34￥4?!"

After some incomprehensible communication, the humpbacked primitive people learned from the tribe leader the tribe they were looking for. After leaving here not long ago, they jumped off the ground with excitement. stand up.

"@#4ED..."

After calming down his excitement for a while, the humpbacked primitive man quickly asked the leader of the tribe where those with exquisite pottery had gone.

After some seemingly difficult communication, the leader of the tribe roughly understood the meaning of the humpback primitive who had exchanged for them in the past.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he was ready to point the older primitive women in the direction they were leaving.

But then, as if thinking of something, he just raised his hand halfway, and quickly put it down.

"@￥W#4……"

He opened his mouth and pointed his finger at the food carried by the hunched primitive people. U U Reading www.uukanshu.cOM

Then he quickly took out the older primitive females from the cave, and the bowl used as a reward for guiding the way was raised to the hunched primitives.

The meaning is very clear, that is, after paying the same amount of food as this bowl, he will tell his older primitive women where they are leaving.

This is another tribe that was indirectly given crooked by Han Cheng, the traveler, through the older primitive women.

After understanding the meaning of the tribe leader, the humpbacked primitive man was stunned.

He remembered that the leader of this tribe was very hospitable, how come he has become so shrewd now?

Doubts turn to doubts, but this is the closest they are to that mysterious tribe, saying they can't miss anything.

Therefore, the hunched primitive man did not hesitate much, and agreed to the request of the tribe leader.

He asked a member of their tribe to put down the package he was carrying and open it, and then shouted out as many people as the fingers on both hands, asking them to stand here, and stretch out their fingers. .

After doing this, in front of the tribe leader, I used this exquisite pottery bowl to dig out the food bowl by bowl, digging out a hundred bowls before stopping.

After these hundred bowls of food were dug out, the two packages of food they carried had become the tribe's.

This kind of trading method was proposed by the leader of that tribe when he exchanged fine pottery and salt with another tribe on his last trip.

Looking at the huge pile of food in front of him, and then at the pottery bowl in his hand, the leader of this tribe suddenly felt a little dizzy in his head...

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